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Chapter 1,717 All kinds of past lives

 On the banks of the Wangchuan River.

A beautiful woman, touching her big belly with one hand and supporting her waist with the other, looked at the turbulent river. Her eyes were deep and bright, making it difficult to understand, but also making people want to love her.

Her green hair was flying in the wind. After stopping for a long time, the woman turned around and returned to the dilapidated house not far away.

"Boom!"

That night, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder, and the old and dilapidated houses were crumbling in the ruthless wind and rain. If it hadn't been for a faint light shield outside the house, which shrouded the dilapidated houses, they would have been turned into ruins by the heavy rain.

In the room, the dim candlelight flickered slightly. On the bed, a beautiful woman had her legs bent, her slender hands tightly grasping the edge of the bed, and her fingertips were bleeding without even realizing it. Her beautiful face had long since lost its former look.

It's distressingly pale and distorted.

Even though she was in extreme pain, her eyes still shone with tenacity, and she bit her gums and kept exerting force.

"Wow…!"

I don’t know how long it had passed, but a clear and loud cry of a baby resounded in the dilapidated house. It was this cry that made the woman’s painful expression relax. She held on to her weak body and pulled the dirty joint between her legs.

The baby was picked up and wiped gently and carefully. .??.

"Child, mother's child...!"

"Forget this life by the riverside, from now on, I will only have you, mother!"

"Today is your new life and my mother's new life. Your name is Wangchuan!"

………

"call out!"

In an ancient courtyard, a young boy waved a branch in his hand, honing his martial arts skills. Even though he was sweating profusely and his body was sore, he never stopped for a moment. His bright little eyes were full of heart-wrenching determination.

Not far away, a pale and beautiful woman looked at this scene quietly, with a look of distress and relief on her face.

"Okay, Chuan'er."

"You have been practicing for a long time

,It's time to rest."

As the woman's soft voice sounded, the young man stopped his movements, panted heavily, and came to the side of the beautiful woman.

"Chuan'er, why are you so persistent in practicing?"

The beautiful woman gently stroked the boy's head and asked softly.

"I want to protect my mother!"

The firm and childish voice made the beautiful woman tremble all over, and tears could not stop flowing from her eyes.

"Good boy."

"Dear mother's boy."

The big one and the small one hugged each other tightly, and the warm scene seemed to last forever.

On this day, the warmth of the past was gone, and the boy had turned into a young man. He stood in front of the bed, his upright body trembling uncontrollably.

On the bed, the beautiful woman's face was extremely pale and her vitality was weak, like a candle in the wind.

"Chuan'er, Mom still wants to see you get married and have children, but it's a pity that Mom can't wait any longer."

"Don't be sad, don't cry, this is your mother's fate!"

The beautiful woman raised her hand with difficulty, caressed the cheek of the young man squatting beside the bed, and said feebly.

"Mom, please stop talking. Don't worry, the baby will definitely save you."

"What a bullshit fate, no one can take it away from you!"

Looking at the young man howling in pain, a flash of distress flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes. She gently wiped the young man's tears with her jade hands and said softly, "Silly boy."

"Birth, old age, illness and death are the rules of heaven and earth. Even though my mother has some cultivation, she can't resist this responsibility, let alone...!"

At this point, the beautiful woman seemed to have thought of something and quickly stopped talking.

Looking at the young man who is still crying

, the beautiful woman solemnly said, "Chuan'er, from now on, when you are walking alone, you should talk less and watch more, study hard and practice hard, and strengthen yourself so that you can be free and at ease."

"If someone bullies you, kill him when he is strong and endure it when he is weak."

"If possible, mother hopes that you can live an ordinary and happy life. But today, mother passed away, leaving you alone to face this dirty world. Mother is heartbroken, but there is no way to save her. I can only warn you that only by living, can you have everything!"

"One day, after you get married and have children, bring them to your mother's grave and show them to you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman used all her strength to stand up and hug the young man tightly in her arms. Within a moment, her hands were weak and hung down, her eyes were closed tightly, and there was no peace on her pale face, only endless emotions.

worry.

"Mother...!" ??

On this day, the young man's home was gone, and his only concern was gone. Like a madman, he let out a destructive howl, even if his voice was hoarse, he never stopped.

Day after day, year after year.

The name of the ancient Emperor Wangchuan has spread from the immortal world to the divine world and then to the heavens. It is famous in all directions and has become an eternal legend.

With one man and one sword, he rose up in the twilight years, pierced the endless darkness, overcame thorns and thorns, cut a brilliant road with an ordinary body, and spread a legend that shocked the world.

But no one knew that he was lonely in his heart. The thoughts in his heart never disappeared for a moment. He never cared about his reputation, but he never stopped on that path.

If anyone can personally feel his heart, it is Wang Feng at this moment.

At this time, Wang Feng seemed to have transformed into the heart of a young man. From falling to the ground, to enduring the pain of losing his mother, to enduring the lonely path of cultivation, he felt happy and sad as if he had experienced it himself.

, and then it hurts...

This year, a big event happened in the heavens.

The Heavenly Ancestor, who was said to be the only god in the world, fell. The sky wept and the earth wept, the gods and ghosts howled, and there was rain of blood. It was also this year that the young man entered the heavens and became famous.

Scenes of being ridiculed, killing enemies, treasure hunting, exploring, and practicing, were constantly passing before Wang Feng's eyes like a projection, at an extremely fast speed, but he could clearly feel the mood of each scene.

To others, it was just a projection of some pictures, but to him, it was an emotional experience.

By chance, the young man stepped into the Divine Realm and saw the petite figure who was about to die. He did not hesitate and took action directly, killing all the enemies with one sword.

Standing in front of the little girl, he turned around and looked at the grieving and crying little girl. His already cold heart was suddenly stung. He showed a gentle smile, squatted down, stretched out his hand, and said gently

He said, "Just follow big brother from now on, okay?"

"good!"

The little girl sniffed, stretched out her delicate little hands, and tightly grasped the young man's generous palm.

Dust to dust, dust to dust, the figures, one big and one small, stretched very long under the afterglow of the setting sun.

From this day on, beside the ancient Emperor Wangchuan, who was famous in the world, there was a little girl, one big and one small, who never left his side. No matter killing people or rescuing people, no matter danger or safety, the two of them were always together.

Holding hands.

There used to be great forces in the world who wanted to threaten the ancient Emperor Wangchuan with the little girl, but in the end, the ancient Emperor Wangchuan took the little girl and killed everything from south to north and from east to west with a sword.

Since then, no one dared to hit the little girl's attention.

Unknowingly, the young man has stood on the top of the heavens. Looking back, he has no rival. The little girl has grown up to be graceful and graceful, like a fairy in the nine heavens, with unparalleled splendor.

They walked hand in hand through endless mountains and rivers and crossed any boundary. One played the piano and the other danced the sword, just like the couple of gods and immortals.


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